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I sat there stunned, not knowing what to do. Mythic wouldn’t believe she was involved, but maybe he would check into it anyway. “You think Watchful Eyes could verify it?”
“Possibly. Ali is outside.”
I nodded and went to the door. When I opened it, he was standing there and smiled big, causing my face to heat up. That man was so damn fine, and I didn’t go for light brights. “What’s up, lil mama?”
“Umm . . . Seven gave me some info that I was wondering if you could look into.”
He frowned slightly, then looked around. He approached me and asked, “What kind of information?”
“He said Mythic’s baby mama is the missing DNA.”
His eyebrows lifted. “I can look into it. What’s her name?”
“Vanessa Lawrence.”
“I can get it, then I’ll follow up with the Liberty Police Department.”
“Thanks,” I said as he walked away with his phone in his hand.
When I went back inside, Seven was staring right at me. “He said he can get it.” I dropped down on the seat next to him. “That’s gon’ fuck Mythic up.”
“Yep. I’m just glad he ain’t sticking his dick in random pussy no more. When you ain’t careful, that’s the kind of fuck shit you get. Ask Jacob.”
I side-eyed him. I swore he had no fucking filter. I didn’t care to talk about Mythic’s past with women. He fucked around as most of their asses were still doing. I could see him shrug his shoulders again from my peripheral. Turning to him I asked, “How’s your leg?”
“It’s healing as it should. I should be fucking up the streets in a couple of weeks.”
I rolled my eyes and stood to walk back to my desk, but turned to him, and said, “Thank you, Seven.”
He nodded and gave me a slight smile. He got on my fucking nerves, but we all had each other’s backs. Always. I just hoped Mythic didn’t totally lose it on me when I relayed the information he gave me.
TWENTY-FOUR
MYTHIC
“Hey, baby girl,”I said to Treasure.
She was home and sitting in the family room with her feet up. She glanced at me and gave me a slight smile, but she didn’t say anything. The slight smile was progress, so I would take it for what it was worth. I felt like I was losing hope in ever having her return to her normally bubbly self. She should have been in the kitchen with Mama, baking something or designing some type of craft to pair with the dessert.
“Mythic,” she whispered.
I grabbed her hand and caressed it with my thumb, wishing she would say more. Maui’s cousin, Karima, had come over and talked to her. She told us that Treasure would come around in her time. The trauma was so overwhelming for her. She’d practically had a nervous breakdown. She stared at our hands, and I could see her swallow hard. I closed my eyes for a moment, then went to the kitchen to speak to my mama.
I sat at the bar and just observed her as she decorated a cake. She seemed to be concentrating hard, so I didn’t say anything. When she finished the design she was doing, she stared at it for a second, then lifted her eyes to mine. “Good morning, baby.”
“Good morning.”
She had bags under her eyes, and I knew I did too. I lowered my head and took a deep breath. My gaze went back to her as she continued to work. I didn’t know why I came in here if I didn’t plan to talk, so I got up and went back to the family room with Treasure. She was watching Family Feud. I lifted the recliner at the other end of the couch and pulled my phone from my pocket to message Maui. It was already ten.
I’d been sleeping better in the wee hours of the morning, so it caused me to sleep later. I didn’t fall asleep until around three this morning, and I woke up at nine. I was grateful that I was getting any sleep at all. I barely slept the first three nights after we found Treasure, even with Maui lying next to me. She was my peace, but this was too much for even her to calm.
Good morning. I hope you’re having a good day.
It was crazy that I seemed to communicate more through text message than I did verbally. I knew it had to be frustrating for her. All I could think about was how what happened to Treasure could have happened to her as well. If I had lost her, I wanted to believe that I would have been even worse than I was now. I would have burned Liberty to the ground.
When I looked up, Treasure was staring at me. I gave her a soft smile. It had been a week since I’d found her, and still, the only thing she’d said was my name. I wanted to believe she was screaming for me, begging for me to help her. She gave me a tight smile back. I moved closer to her and grabbed her hand again. “I love you, sis.”
I found myself constantly trying to get her to talk. She trained her gaze on our hands, and I saw the tear drop from her lashes. “I love you too, Mythic,” she whispered.
